the 'death' of a god. FGoD Error

'That selfish ignorant waste of space- ink bastard..' the king of nightmares closed the portal behind him. He stood in a gray painted room. It was rather empty.
There were sapphire strings that hung from the ceiling like the anti void. A bed sat beside the door and glow in the dark stars were stuck all over the room.

Nightmare looked over his shoulder to the skeleton he was carrying. Error was limp in Night's tentacle.
Carefully, he laid Error's bleeding body onto the bed. it seemed like Error flinched at every movement. What the hell did ink do to him??

"Damnit Error." Nightmare quietly scolded the unconscious glitch. He couldn't help but feel guilty. If he just had came earlier Error wouldn't be hurt right now.

No, right now wasn't about him. Error was hurt. Its about Error right now.

The goopy skeleton pulled the door open, speed running to the bathroom. He swung the closet open and took the healing supplies, plus a bowl of water. He went back to the room in a rush.

Nightmare took a second to breathe. He had to be very careful when healing Error. he sleeps very lightly and if he woke up to someone touching him, lets just say it would be less than pleasant.

Nightmare sharpened his tentacle, using it as a knife to cut Errors pant leg. His femur bone was cracked completely, Comminuted bone fracture.
The bone was separated from the other part. The shape of the break looks like brute force had led to this type of seperation.

Its going to be hard, nightmare had to line up the two pieces of bone and wrap it tight enough it stays and Error doesn't wake up.

Ugh. Nothing is easy is it?

Night starts by getting a rag and soaking it in a bowl of cool water. After He twisted it over the bowl he started at the femur. He was as gentle as possible but applied a good amount of pressure on the bone.

Error tightened his eyes, making a pained whine in his sleep.
Nightmare froze where he was as to not stir the other awake.

Thank stars for Error's pain tolerance, If not he would have been awake already no doubt.
He continued cleaning the wound till it was good enough to wrap. He grabbed a roll of bandages and medical tape.

Nightmare, the king of nightmare's, nursing a destroyer of worlds.
Strange, isn't it?
He shook his head dismissively, getting the wound ready to be wrapped.

The crack in the femur was practically separating it in halves. They say breaking the femur bone is the most pain a person could be in.
Nightmare believed it was full of Shit. There is so much pain in the world and that is the worst pain?

He's getting off track again. Stay focused nightmare.

Night wrapped the femur tight and wove the bandages around the bone. He took the medical tape, taping the end so it wouldn't unravel.

He glanced at error. Nightmare didn't even make a dent in how many injuries this skeleton had indured. Stars... This was gonna take forever.

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Error lifted his eye sockets, clearly taking effort to do so. First thing he noticed was the horrible pain in his skull. He groaned sleepily and placed a hand on the back of his skull.

Glancing over, he saw nightmare sitting in a chair beside the bed he was on.

When was he on a bed..?

Nightmare had his eyes closed but was acutely aware of Error's consciousness.
He opened his eyes when he heard Error trying to sit up.

"Dont. You wounds will reopen." he hissed. Nightmare didnt spend hours healing this skeleton for him to get hurt again. Error rolled his eyes and laid back down.

The glitched skeleton only had foggy memories of the fight and the cell. maybe that's for the best. He's already insane as it is, don't need too much more trauma.
And even the hollow memory of it gives him chills.

He felt a sharp pain in his chest. Shit. Inks creating again. Was he creating the whole time he was unconscious?? He had to keep up the balance or-

"So Error," Nightmare adjusted himself in his seat. "Your probably gonna be bedridden for a while. Ink really did a number on you."

"what!? No no, I can just stay here I have to keep my part of the balance I have to-"
"Error calm down. The balance is fine, your not."

Error started scratching at his bones. "But Nightmare! inks been on a creating spree its gonna tip!"
"I know. Ive been thinking maybe I could fill in for you while you heal."

"No! You have your own stuff to deal with and you've already done enough by healing me! I can't let myself be a burden more than I already am."

Nightmare furrowed his nonexistent brows. In truth, he was taken aback. Error was never an inconvenience.

"I wouldn't have helped you if I thought you were a burden. I wouldn't have offered you a place in my gang if I thought you were a burden." Nightmare spoke in certainty.

Error hesitated before speaking again.
"That still doesn't change that I can't let you take over my job."
Nightmare sighed in frustration.

"well I'm not letting you go anywhere in this condition." Error started to sit up once again, he felt horrible pain again but didn't stop. he felt a faint dizziness.

"Error lay back down. Your going to hurt yourself."
Nightmare's bickering just fulled Error more.
"Damnit.. Ah- I'm fine.." The injured skeleton sat at the edge of the bed. He was obviously hurting. he wouldn't admit it though.

Taking a step further he stood on his feet. His femur ached horribly. Did he sit back down? No. he needed to prove he didn't need help.

"fuCK- S-see I'm perfectly okay.." Error's vision blurred and he stumbled forward.
"ERROR-!" Right before the idiot fell on the floor, nightmare caught him with a tentacle.

"Yeah your so not going anywhere dumbass." Nightmare laid Error back onto the comfortable bed.

"ugh ill be fine!" Error put a hand on his skull to try to soften the terrible splitting pain.
"No Error you wont! Just stop being so damn stubborn and accept the help you need!" Nightmare scolded the other.

The glitched skeleton remained silent till a loud bang from downstairs shook the mansion.

"NIGHTMARE!!!!"

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